The sun burst bleeding
Bright flashes of air
And although I'm naked
Never before did I care

White dust covered us
In our descent
The mountain sees clearly
And buries out own convenant

Her hair lays violent
Dead in the stream
I hope that she's peaceful
Wherever her body may be

Oh Paul
In his Russian display
Skims through the air
Greets my motion less
With cold disdain

The end
Speaks to me shrouded in sin
The mountain shifts slowly
Its treachery comes from within